Name: Coin

Age: 5 1/2

Enjoys: , flirting,  foals,  watching foals. playing with foals.  Swimming, racing, Summer,  her Mate (Open)

Dislikes: Sassy mares,  sassy foals.  most stallions.  Her mate flirting with another mare

Fears:   Her mate passing away.  Most big stallions.  

 

 

Height: 15.1 HH 

Pelt: Buckskin (ishy)

Eyes: Ice Blue

Feathers: used to have 2 now has one

Paint: None left from the Lakota

Current Home: Cimarron Herd

Past Homes: Lakota Villge

 

 

Sire: Unknown

Dam: unknown

Mate: Padrino (Serpentine)

Crush: Padrino

Crusher: Padrino

Spirit:  She lives in the Cimarron herd

Rain: Lives in the Cimarron herd

Little Creek:  Her first rider was his son and also he was her second rider. 

 

 

History: 

 

I was born into a feild with lots of sun. At times it was too sunny. I blinked.  I saw a man.  His skin was rich and his eyes gentle.  He smiled.  I also saw a boy.  He seemed like a teenager.  His skin was the same as his father but his eyes showed a little bit more happiness.  

"This is going to be your horse,Son,  Once she is big eough to train you will train her"

 

"Really?"

"Yup" 

He smiled and pulled a feather out of his hair

"This is going to be yours,  Coin"

"Coin.  The shiny things that the Calvary carries around?"

"yes"

 

 

 

I grew into a pretty foal.  I was strong for my age.  When I saw my sire i was scared.  He was a big stallion.  His eyes showed nothing but hate in them. He glared at me and my mother.  I hid behing her legs.

 

 

When i was a weanling i began my training.  I would every day be put in a rope that went about my face and lead around a pen.   It was annoying but i learned fast not to spook or it would take longer. I grew tired and he let me go out to see my mom. 

 

 

I grew into a yearling.  My sire still scared me.  Like... alot.  When ever i saw him i shrank back. That year the day happened.  I was going to go on my first hunting trip with my rider.  It was also his first hunting trip.  I was very happy until i saw who was on the trip.  His father rode in on a pitch black horse. His eyes spoke if hate.  I reconized him.  He was my Sire.  I shrank back.   My rider knew that i was scared of him because he saw me when i first met him.  

 

We went hunting in a good deer teritorry.  I was happy when my Sire moved away from me and a few horses where between us.  We saw a deer and my rider aimed for it.  Anouther arrow came though the bush.  He screamed as it went though his skin.  He fell off my back as i tried to keep him stable.  His arrow that he shot right before he died  shot the deer.  I looked at him and tears fell from my eyes.  

 

His father looked away.  He put his body on my Sire's back for he was stronger them me.  He also leapt on my back. I coudnt see the way home because i was crying to hard. My sire lead me.  When we came back i ran to the woods.  Tears filled a little pool. 

 

My rider was now his father.  He gave me another feather.  He rode me for about a mounth then he did something i never knew that would happen 

"Coin, i want you to be free,  You arnt my horse.  You his. "  He removed his feather and game me a hug. 

"That feather is his.  its not mine to remove.  Good bye Coin"

 

I hugged him then galloped off. 

 

I later found a herd called the Cimarron herd.  I asked the lead stallion if i could Join.  He said yes.   I liked it here.  It seemed safe for the first time sense my rider died. I knew i could sleep under the watching eyes of Spirit. I felt welcomed here. I had nightmares though.. Of that day when my rider died. I dreamt that i died with him, or my father killed me. Every night it was a different one. from a different angle. Every night i would wake sweating and find a chestnut paint stallion watching me.

 

I would blush then resume my sleep. I personally had a crush on that stallion. Dont let me go into the details or you would be here forever.

 

 

Lineart: (c) BlackHorseBeth